mtl008 Chapter 148 Dayan Public Opinion War
Chapter 148 Dayan Public Opinion War
Unexpectedly, before they finished their meal, the rumor reached their ears.
Today, restaurants in Kyoto have become the new gossip hotspots. In addition, milk tea shops are also filled with gossip every day.
Basically, anything that happens in Kyoto Prefecture, no matter how big or small, as long as it can become a topic of conversation after dinner, can spread to restaurants in less than half an hour.
"Hey, have you heard? The thief god Tang Mingde is back again." said the man who was eating peanuts and shaking his legs.
"Hasn't he returned to society a long time ago? Hasn't he been stealing things all the time?" The man disagreed.
"Do you really think he is just a thief? He is also a murderer... He killed someone ten years ago and now he is just returning to his old ways. It is said that he used to be a famous killer in our Dayan Dynasty and he turned to stealing because he wanted to escape from the sea of suffering." The diner's words were well-reasoned, as if it was really as he said.
Another diner narrowed his eyes in disbelief, "How is that possible? Ten years ago, he was only a 10-year-old kid."
"What's the point of calling you 'child'? Demons are all from the womb." Seeing that the man next to him didn't believe it, the diner continued.
Another person raised his eyelids in disdain, "Why didn't you talk about 20 years ago? A famous killer in the womb. This rumor is really spreading more and more."
"Oh, let's not talk about when he killed the person, but there is no guarantee that he was not the one who killed this person this time." Seeing that no one believed him, the man pushed the subject back to the original topic.
"It was a dark and windy night for murder. The weather has been very strange recently, with heavy snow every day. It was at this time that the thief entered the mansion of this gentleman and killed him. This gentleman died with blood coming out of all seven orifices. He didn't even close his eyes. His eyes were wide open. He sat there motionless all night. The servants found him missing the next day. The whole process was silent, without any clues. It is said that people from the Dali Temple and the Jingzhao Yamen are frantically looking for this thief, but his whereabouts are still unknown."
At this point, he paused for a long time, and you could hear a pin drop in the room.
Until he continued, "His goal is the wood carving that this gentleman is carving. It is said that this piece of wood is Huanghuali wood from a thousand years ago. Everyone knows how much such a complete piece of Huanghuali wood is worth? But because the wood carving has already begun, she really can't do anything, so she can only keep watching until this gentleman has finished the last stroke. Seeing that he got what he wanted, the thief was naturally very excited, and he also wanted to try the carving knife on the spot to make such art... Soon, blood splattered on the spot, and the gentleman was dead..."
"Then how did you know it was done by the God of Thieves?" The person next to him was unconvinced, "You're not just a storyteller, are you?"
"Hey, brother, you have good eyes. I am a storyteller and I have just arrived in Kyoto." I saw that his family was about to start playing the clappers.
The people around him quickly stopped him and said, "Go on, go on."
"How come it wasn't just done by the God of Thieves? It was the third day after the incident and the Dali Temple had already surrounded the place like an iron barrel. If you don't believe me, go and see. There were people everywhere. But in full view of everyone, the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple went there and discovered that the crime scene had been changed. Everyone knows that the God of Thieves is the only one who can do this in the underworld." The storyteller wiped his mouth with satisfaction and felt that he would have no problem finding a job with what he had said today.
Everyone was listening with great interest, but the people in Dali Temple were a little stunned.
So there is no secret about this matter, but perhaps, it was spread too quickly.
Before they had even finished their meal, the story had already spread throughout Kyoto Prefecture in a miraculous way.
Gu Qingyun looked at the storyteller and sneered deliberately, "Brother, your story is really good, but the authenticity is too poor. How did you know about the Dali Temple? How did the Shaoqing react? How did you know about it?"
Someone nearby had been questioning him, and now he was even more excited, "That's right, that brother is right, you spread it so exaggeratedly, the place where the incident happened is quite close to my home, and today is only the third day, how come you spread it so exaggeratedly before it's even over."
"Oh, please don't doubt me. These are all first-hand news. What do we storytellers care about most every day? It's the speed of updating these strange stories. I went to the place where we communicate today, and came here to eat after exchanging some information. Many storytellers there heard it."
The storyteller paused, "Now that I see the capital, how dare I offend those powerful people? Isn't it just picking up some strange stories that can be bought? I haven't even found a job yet, not to mention how many people have jobs. I guess by the time you get out, the news will be spread everywhere."
After watching the excitement, An Qiao crawled up and said, "You said you haven't found a job yet, are you a storyteller?"
"Yes, young lady, are you interested?" The storyteller's eyes, which had just dimmed, lit up again.
An Qiao asked, "Where is your home now? Where is the pass? I can't decide without seeing it."
The man took out a pass from his chest pocket and handed it over. He didn't look shy and didn't seem to feel guilty or embarrassed at all. "I live in Le'an Lane in the south now. It's cheaper there. I don't have much money."
The pass on Zhou Zheng's name was from Huaizhou, Xu Banshan.
Look at the name, and then look at the extraordinary person in front of you, the chosen storyteller.
"Come and tell stories here. It's the same as in other places. I tell stories in the morning and afternoon. The salary is 800 wen a month, which includes food and accommodation. I still have rooms available." An Qiao's eyes lit up.
During the past six months, she has visited many restaurants, but the storytellers were far less exciting than the one in front of her. He always made people want to listen to him, but also made people want to question him.
Although this feeling is particularly easy to stir up public opinion, it is also particularly easy to sell. In ancient times, people were not very afraid of being exposed online. As long as they did not talk about topics related to the monarch, they could talk about anything.
An Qiao even wanted to tell him all the melodramatic romances she had read in her previous life to see what kind of story he could make up.
Xu Banshan looked at the job that suddenly fell from the sky, and the salary was very high.
You should know that the price offered by the young lady is already a relatively high price among storytellers. In addition to this, the more powerful storytellers also get some commissions, dividends, etc.
But for a newcomer like him with no fame, the fact that he was willing to pay so much money was simply a great bargain.
Both were very happy, but Dali Temple was not happy.
Was this the murderer's initiative to launch a war of public opinion? Although the clues were not directed at him, this move of diverting trouble was indeed successful.
At least no matter what the Dali Temple says, about half of the people in Kyoto Prefecture believe that it was done by the Thief God.